It was 6:30 a.m. in the USA.
Zarian sat on the couch after offering his prayer, his phone resting loosely in his hand. The hotel suite was quiet, the morning light slowly slipping through the curtains, but his mind was miles away.
It was 6:30 a.m. in the USA.
Zarian sat on the couch after offering his prayer, his phone resting loosely in his hand. The hotel suite was quiet, the morning light slowly slipping through the curtains, but his mind was miles away.
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